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August 2016

August 26, 2016

As a regular theatre-goer, there are times when you experience a good play, a moving play, a funny play, a dramatic play or an utterly downright boring play. And then there are those rare occasions when you witness a truly brilliant play. I had that very pleasure last night at the Young Vic here in London.

Based on Federico Garcia Lorca’s 1934 tragic masterpiece Yerma, reset in 21st-century hip London society. Yerma is a devastating story centred on a successful blog writer who reveals her daily life in every detail to a growing audience. The main topic of the play is her increasing obsessional desire to have a child. Over the one hour 40 minutes (with no intermission) we witness Yerma's marriage and life spiral out of control to the depths of despair.

The audience views the actors encapsulated in a glass box, taking up the entire width of the stage, in a series of cinematic jump cuts spanning several years. Each scene appears out of total blackness punctuated with projected captions and increasingly heightened music and sound design.

The two standout performances are from Billie Piper, in the main role as Yerma and Brendan Cowell as her husband. The pair work in perfect unison in their endless, brilliantly written, verbal battles, culminating in Piper's frighteningly out of control, utterly spent human force. If you have ever witnessed a husband or a wife in this catastrophic state you will recognise the truthfulness of Piper's wonderful performance dredged up from her emotional centre. It is and astonishing piece of visceral work.

This is one play where the collaborative talents of writing, directing, stage design, lighting, music and sound, plus the astonishing performances, all come together like a perfect symphony orchestra. Catch it if you can.

August 23, 2016

I have been touched by the number of graphic designers, many I know and a lot I don’t, who have helped me with a very special personal project. But I still need help and I hope you will read this and chip in, no matter how small. Grab a coffee and read on.

Dear Graphic friends

This is very unusual for me so, I apologise in advance.

In 2001, I wrote an article about a graphic designer called Keith Cunningham. Link here, should you wish to read it.

He died in 2014 and spent a large part of his life teaching at the London College of Printing. Michael Peters, Dave King, John Hegarty, Fernando Gutiérrez and many others passed through his hands.

But he had an alternative life as a painter. He worked alongside his contemporaries and friends, Joe Tilson, Frank Auerbach and Leon Kossoff as a student at the RCA in the early 1950’s. He received a First and a travelling scholarship.

During his RCA period, he exhibited at the Royal Academy’s Summer Exhibition, the Beaux Arts Gallery and, for two consecutive years, the prestigious London Group show; this culminated in Cunningham being asked to submit work for full membership to the group – he declined.

He then made the extraordinary decision to withdraw completely from any further public exhibition of his paintings. He continued to paint until 1960 and then locked away some 200 paintings in a warehouse where they remained unseen for 50 years.

She made contact with me, and to cut a long story short, I am donating my time and supporting her in helping to make things happen.

Unlike many of their talented students, they never earned very much but always privately celebrated in the success of their students. But staging this show is eating into Bobby’s meagre savings but she is determined to do it because she believed in Keith.

It occurred to me that many of us in the design world owe a debt to those who have encouraged, guided and inspired us. As it happens, I never went to art school But, I was very affected by this book cover designed by Keith Cunningham..

I first saw it in 1963 at my local library. I stole it. (Keep that to yourself).

Sometimes it just takes a little thing to make a big change, the cover did it for me. But I feel sure that many of you did attend art school and maybe never said thank you to those unsung heroes, the tutors.

I have always tried to view everything as a creative opportunity, and if you have read this far, I’m now going to get to the point. Would you consider donating £50 or £100 to help with the considerable expense of this show?

See it as a thank you to those who helped you along the way, but you didn’t get the chance to thank. You will be invited to the private view and have your name printed in the catalogue. Not a lot I know but you will make an 89-year-old very proud.

So, if you are in mood please contact me as soon as possible and I will explain where you can send your contribution, no matter how small.

August 04, 2016

I wrote back in 2012 about my view of the then range of posters produced for the London Olympics by 'Fine artists' rather than any British graphic designers, illustrators or photographers. The result was dismal.

Now in 2016 we have another 'fine art' collection of posters, this time for the Rio Olympics. Headed as before by Tracy Emin with the most inept and juvenile piece of work attempting to pass itself off as a poster.

Tracey Emin

Eddie Peake

David Shrigley

Anne Hardy

Sam Taylor-Johnson

I find it extraordinary that whoever commissioned the above stuff actually believes that it is great work?

You have to go back to 1972 Munich Olympics to see some decent posters.